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Poster: wkafka1 Date: Nov 26, 2007 11:15am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Strange question....bare with me

hey all..i am looking for some pictures of grateful dead tattoos and pictures of artwork inspired by the grateful dead...anything that comes to mind, please let me know...just wanting to see whats out there that I cant find or havent seen in the past!

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 26, 2007 3:26pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

No help, but a long time ago, I went to a makeshift local music fest. Got there very early when hardly anyone was there yet. By the end of the evening, the side of the hill was filled with campfires and thousands of people. But when I first got out to the site, a guy next to a Harley Panhead who had numerous tats from elbows to shoulders on each arm (tattoos weren't seen NEARLY as much then as they are now) saw my S&R T-shirt, hollered at me---"HEY!. . . Grateful Dead! C'mere!" I walked over to him and he pointed at the SYF on his left arm. "This was the first tattoo I ever got! Hey, if you're interested, I'll give you some (of the acid he had) if you help me get rid of this purple windowpane." Biker Dave and I became good friends for years after that.
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Poster: blacklakelight Date: Nov 27, 2007 8:31am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

Nothing like purple gel to inaugurate a friendship!

It's a trip how mainstream tattoos have become. That's the nature of once-rebellious trends, I know, but I still have a laugh remembering what a big deal it was when my friend got one on his forearm in high school. And nothing said "hardcore" like a neck tattoo, NO hiding that badboy! (Barring a turtleneck sweater, which is arguably worse). Now you see them everywhere, even on people without any other visible ink.

Ah, but how many bears are dancing, even now, upon the lovely ankles of the fairer sex? Few thousand, maybe? Tis a question for the ages. . . .

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 27, 2007 9:24am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

Nothing like a reply that is friendly and devoid of slander and provocation to help restore one's faith that the kind folk are the ones who really matter on this forum. Thanks for jumping in, blacklakelight.

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 26, 2007 3:11pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

Some more:

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Poster: mr_loophead Date: Nov 26, 2007 5:04pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

i sawr a car yesterday completely PLASTERED with dead stickers...and i thought of y'all here.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Nov 27, 2007 8:50am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

hey!!!! they were right - that post did exist elsewhere ;)


man, if that was the purp windowpane that we had out here circa 87-88 or so (forgive my memory) - unbelievable clean mindblowing stuff. incredibly "visual" stuff - with no downside blue was freaking awesome too, but the red sucked ass - prob only had about 80 mics a hit.

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 27, 2007 9:46am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

It wasn't THE most potent I ever took or anything, but it was good. Hell of a high time all the way around that day and evening, and that stuff definitely made it more so. Like I said, it was a long time ago, but I can still get the giggles just thinking about it.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Nov 27, 2007 9:49am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

if i remember correctly the "blue" was definitely the most potent and clean i ever had. but then again, i absolutely may not remember correctly. shit must have been atleast 300-400 mics a pop - i took four and watched the boston skyline totally disappear. (at a frisbee festival no less, you can imagine what the frisbees looked like flying through the air)

crispy

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 27, 2007 9:55am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

I did some red for the big downtown Halloween street party in college once that was a pretty wild ride. A guy I knew who was "on about eight of 'em" tore off a big wad of it and told me, "this should work." It did.

That Mickey Mouse blotter the year before warped my brain just about as severely.

But the biggest mofo of a smack in the head I ever got from LSD was in the form of white paper, and I can count two different occasions that were just insane: a blotter that I took at my second Dead show---6/78-Santana was the warm-up act that played right before them (out of the three that were on the bill) and I'm STILL recovering from that. My God! And then where was the big drop of liquid that was on what looked to be plain blank paper that I ate at the beginning of a night in Reno, Nevada, that lasted about 99 hours. The arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street burned themselves into my eyeballs and would not go away.

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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Nov 27, 2007 10:23am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

shit man - that big drop of liquid must have been DOM!!!! i never had it, but i know a couple of friends that tried it. Nasty, lone lasting stuff. To be honest, I'm not sure I could handle that.

Wish i could have tried DMT though before my psychedelic days ended. Ten seconds in and you are tripping like you ate half a sheet but with more visuals. Only know one person who tried it - and he never did it again.

i dont think i caught the mickey mouse (from memory). i just always found the windowpane to be incredibly clean - same drug - just must have been made "better."

always loved the combo of vicodins and acid - took the edge off for me sometimes - i didnt like the "rattle - hence i never liked coke

gotta say - nothing better than some shrooms :)

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Poster: BryanE Date: Nov 27, 2007 12:03pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

I wouldn't say the liquid blotter stuff was "nasty." At least that's not a word that comes to my mind to describe it, but it might to someone else. Definitely a full-bore experience, though, like, "so THIS is what I've been hearing about all these years." Once it started kicking in, it just kept kicking in more, and more, and even more. Very weird, very strong stuff.

That time in Nevada, I had dropped about two hours before we started walking down the strip and by the time we made it on to the street, I was just beginning to really peak! Saturday night in Reno, a town that was kind of like a second-rate Vegas---lots and lots of lights and people and casinos and money and gambling, but all of it having sort of a run-down quality, as if someone forgot to tell the town that America was no longer living in the early 1960's. And every face that passed by seemed to look familiar to me---"I KNOW that person! . . . I know THAT person!"---one after another, until we actually ran into a couple of girls whom we had met that morning during breakfast at Denny's. "I really DO know THESE people!" I didn't really KNOW them---they were scarcely more familiar than any of the other rank strangers on the street. But I DID know them. But I DIDN'T know them. Well, trying to speak to them was, shall we say, awkward.

My friend's Mom's boyfriend's van was in a hotel parking lot at the end of the strip. Once we made it inside that thing, it became our refuge for pretty much the rest of the night. Safe from all the freaky Reno weirdos, we stayed inside "The Electric Van" for hours, and I watched as all of the garish neon signs that lined the strip remained fixed in my vision, splashed on the inside panels of the vehicle, constantly changing colors and flashing words written with the letters of an alphabet that I couldn't decipher.

Late in the evening, we mustered enough courage to venture two or three blocks from the van to catch some of the jazz fest, which was the reason why we were even in town in the first place. We got to the theater just in time to see the band that had won first place in the festival's competition. I'm glad we did, too: in the darkness, a mournful sax playing solo---very gradually, sepia-toned lights come up to reveal an all-black high school band from Houston, every one of them dressed like a million bucks---sharp suits, ties, some of them wearing bowlers. But straggling in from the wings, a little old man, his rumpled suit too big for his frame, his gray hair looking like his barber was blind. Making it to center stage, he stepped behind a podium, picked up a baton, and began to conduct the band. For the next 45 minutes, we were witness to one of the most amazing musical performances I have ever seen. It was like the conductor was the music, and the band played him. He would move in some strange way, and the soloists would reproduce that movement with improvised bebop notes. By this point, the acid had started to calm down considerably, so I know it wasn't all a hallucination. I've never seen anything quite like it ever again.

That was over 30 years ago. The hallucinogens are part of my past---acid and the epilepsy I later developed don't seem like a very good combination. But what a bunch of strange, unforgettably unique times those days were.

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Poster: mcglone Date: Nov 26, 2007 3:29pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

i've always dug that aoxomoxoa image... they really brought it to life over at nugs (stash)

ian

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Poster: cream-puff-war Date: Nov 26, 2007 10:39pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

'tats test...



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Poster: mcglone Date: Nov 26, 2007 3:14pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Strange question....bare with me

most of my ink drawings where conceived under the influence of grateful dead music (and other organic substances). so why would the attached image be any different... (posted it here once before)

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